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that a few people were watching them. Another curse of small town living: the gossip mill.
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “I mean,” he continued, shooting her a grin, “what else do you need to buy?”
     
    “Why?”
     
    “Because we’re shopping together now.”
     
    April’s frown deepened. “Again… Why?”
     
    Van exhaled deeply, as he readjusted the bag strap on his shoulder. She noted the way his jaw clenched, the muscle bulging along his jawline—something she’d always found sexy on a man. Swallowing hard, April averted her gaze, hoping to distract herself, but found everywhere she looked on Van was a distraction.
     
    “Because we’re going to be… some weird… blended family soon,” he managed, the words seeming to come slowly to him, as if he hadn’t thought he needed to justify his reasons for spending time with her. “We should get on semi-decent terms.”
     
    April almost asked why again, but then thought better of it. He was right after all. If her mom and his dad were set to tie the knot, they’d be spending all of their holidays together in the near future. Weekends away. Thanksgiving. New Years. She could still be friendly with him without actually getting too close. It was possible to keep James and her conscience happy. Just because the possibility of a tentative friendship was on the horizon didn’t mean she’d let her guard down.
     
    “I need apples,” she said after a brief pause, Van’s gaze fixed on her, as she thought things over. “Green ones.”
     
    “I saw some a few rows over.”
     
    April let him lead the way, using his hulking figure to block out the sun a little. True to his word, Van led her straight to a woman’s stand with bushels of apples, and April was able to pick the handful she wanted. From there, they moved through the morning market, keeping their conversation safe, just like before. She talked about the merits of certain vegetables, though she was dying to chat with him about the market’s value from a business graduate’s perspective—the pros, the cons, the impact on the local economy. She’d been so buried in pointless retail drama since graduating that she hadn’t had time to exercise her brain, and this would have been the perfect opportunity.
     
    But Van seemed busy either staring at her ass or the asses of other pretty women, and April quickly deduced that he wasn’t the type of guy to engage in a rousing business discussion anytime soon.
     
    That wasn’t to say, however, that he lacked other appealing qualities. After taking her first bag, he refused to let her carry anything else that weighed over a couple of pounds, and by the time they were coming to the end of her list, he was overladen with her bags. Not once did he complain. Not once did she see a flicker of strain. He merely led her around the market, bringing her to whatever she needed without missing a beat.
     
    “How do you know this place so well?” she asked finally, her curiosity getting the better of her. After all, no matter how natural he seemed there, a farmers’ market still struck her as the last place on Earth she’d ever find Van Palmer. He shrugged, his thick brown hair fluttering in the gentle breeze.
     
    “I do most of the produce shopping for the bar,” he told her, and she nibbled her lower lip as she studied him, impressed. “We do an all-day lunch and app special Thursdays to Sundays, and I prefer to use local ingredients. It brings the customers in when you buy their product.”
     
    “Huh.” She was sure it didn’t take much to bring the customers into a bar in a town like Cascade Falls. The town bustled with activity during the day, especially during the summer months, but there wasn’t much to do here at night. The movie theater had two screens and showed the “newest” releases for months on end, so the resort, restaurant, and bar industry had always flourished.
     
    “You doing anything today?” Van asked, and without thinking,